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Cianán (keenspirit) wrote in heureuxlake,

Cianán and Open
It had only taken two trips to the buffet before Cianán and his lack of need to eat had consumed his fill of breakfast food. He liked the idea, and still wanted to socialise with as many different people as possible, so he'd started switching tables between glasses of buck's fizz. Taking into account how infrequently he drank and the celebratory atmosphere, all the boozy bubbles were going to his head. What had started the evening as an immaculate suit had grown raggedy, bowtie open, top button undone and shirt half-untucked from his cummerbund.

He was on his second glass (not including the ones drunk with food) when he settled at one of the purple tables, having quickly realised that if everyone went in rainbow order, they'd all end up sitting next to the same people over and over again. "Celebrating alone?" he asked of the person next to him. There was an empty chair on their other side, so either they were here alone or had separated from their partner and friends temporarily. "Me too," he added in a tone he hoped was reassuring. Part of him couldn't help thinking of Shona and Davin. Would he have married them, if he'd been able to? He'd always known he would outlive them, and he wasn't sure a marriage under those circumstances felt right.